when your soul embarks.

Everything is a blur but there are still faint moments that aren't pixelated. Random patches and flashes but I rmb your name and your face. Maybe you don't look like that anymore, maybe you do. I don't recall ever talking much to you, but you were a presence and a part of my childhood. I wonder if you even have any vague remembrance of me. Highly unlikely. We're both 16 and yet we're so different. I still have dreams bubbling and gurgling beneath our skin itching for us to fulfil, I still have a future ahead unwritten, unanswered, blank and inviting, I still have a whole journey ahead and I've barely started. But you don't. You won't and you never will. It's unfair, we're both 16 but you can't. And here I am complaining I hate my life and that I wished I were dead. How many more souls must we lose until we open our eyes? There are so many things waiting for you and yet you'll never be able to reach them. Do you rmb me? Maybe we've both passed one another on the streets or taken the same bus, but I'll be able to do that again and you can't.. this isn't fair is it? Nothing is ever fair. I don't think anyone deserves this the harder I try to sketch a visual of you the easier I forget. And I can't find any class photos or anything. But that's hardly the point. Why would it even matter? The point is we're both 16. But I'm still very much alive but you're not. And that makes all the difference. The ripples of an event, you never know how far they can reach. I don't know what to say anymore. I'm alive, you're not. Please rest in peace Brandon. God Bless.

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